Girls Do It Better

The girls took turns leaning in, telling her what she already knew. Enough was enough. The boyfriend had to go. Her hand shook, thumb hovering over his name before she pressed call. 'It's finished,' she said, voice flat and certain. Then she dropped the phone on the couch. They were on her in seconds. Three pairs of hands pulling her clothes away, kisses pressed against every inch of bare skin they uncovered. Someone bit her breast and she cried out, half in shock, half in release. Her girlfriend pressed between her thighs first, tongue working in steady, insistent strokes that made her whole body arch. Another girl caught her mouth, swallowing every moan, fingers twisting in her hair. They took turns. When one pulled away another replaced her, filling her with fingers, teasing her until her hips bucked desperate against their hands. A woman knelt behind her now, working something thick and slick into her while another friend rubbed her clit in tight circles. She came hard, gasping against someone's neck, and they didn't let her stop. Every orgasm bled into the next as they traded positions, fucked her harder, whispered what a good girl she was for finally getting what she needed. By the time they were done, she was wrecked and smiling.